I came home
To find my sink was leaking,
I had no plans for later.

It struck me
The the evening might pass
With no-one but me knowing
About the dripping sound,
And the black stain growing on the floor.

It struck me again, harder this time,
I turned off the kitchen light,
I ran
I ran a bath.

Later I wished I hadn't.
There seemed so much of me to dry.

I thought about you, 
And the two pillows on your bed,
And the two corners of your mouth.

And the two pillows on your bed,
And the two corners of your mouth.